Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

My name is Rowan Regis and I killed the most powerful wizard in the world.

In all honesty, it pretty much was an accident. But that’s beside the point.

The cellar that I was in had the funny smell of magic: the one that tickled your nose when you knew something fishy is going on. I hurried to light the torch, as it provided light and warmth, because the cellar was as cold as the body I was about to check on.

As soon as the torch came to life, I stretched my hand towards the fire to thaw out my fingers. I drew back a little as the flames slightly singed my fingers. Quickly blowing on them, I uncovered the lumpy yellowed sheet that covered the Magician.
The Magician was of course, old and wrinkled. His face seemed to have a character to it that was almost comical. His bulbous nose, now pale, used to be as red as a tomato, due to his many allergies. Fife, the Magician’s old tuxedo cat, gave me a disparaging look that seemed to say, “Why don’t you just bury him already?”

I glared right back. The people of Belmarre could not know that the Magician was dead. It would be disastrous. Then, Fife gave a wheezy mew, and I just chalked up the fact that he was angry was his empty belly. He slowly slinked away, his tail high in the air. I shook my head and yelled, “I’ll feed you later!”

With a swift but strenuous movement, I propped up the Magician in his chair and covered his face with a dusty red cloak. I could hear that Maid Edell was getting restless up in the parlor.

“You can come down now!” I shouted up stairs, putting my final touches into place and weaved a simple Glamour so it didn’t seem that the Maid and I were standing in a dusty, cobwebby cellar. The Magician didn’t seem to mind much though; it was where he did some of his best work.

Lissa thought I was crazy, and truth is, I probably had lost my mind at the moment. There was no way I could pose as The Magician for too long, as I barely had a grasp of magic itself. Lissa wouldn’t help me, as she and the children in the neighborhood who could afford Magicking school were too busy. And she thought what I was doing was wrong.

But I had a right to try, right? And if she didn’t help me, I knew who would.

There was just one problem.